Title: Impractical
Flavor: Criminal Intent
Rating: R
Word Count: 111
The first time they made love wasn't so much like a consuming fire as it was a flame: steady, but quick to faulter with any subtle change in the air.
He wanted her beneath him, but, as she put it, "you know, this isn't very practical."
He refused to count exactly all the things she was referring to.
So, she ended up on top with his hands on her hips. He controlled her movements and she let him.
He loved how her mouth opened and eyes closed as the pressure inside her increased.
Afterwards, he held her against his side.
"This turned out okay."
He chuckled and then said, "better than."